Disclaimer: If you think that I own Harry Potter, Stargate SG1 or anything else for that matter, please, I beg of you, take it up with my French Teacher. She'll set you straight.
AN: I don't really like my French Teacher.
AN2: Okay, this is it. Now, this story severs all ties with War of the Xel'Naga and moves into its own. From this point on, nothing you see in this story has anything to do with the other one.
May 4, 1998: Milky Way: Earth: Prometheus
"You know, there are a lot of people out there who would think that slapping a U.S. Air Force logo on the side of a Goa'uld Mother Ship to be a bad idea," Harry remarked as he and Jack walked casually through the corridors of the ship. "You still don't know what this thing can do to you."
"Yeah, well, you'd be hard pressed to find a sane scientist on this thing," Jack retorted. "They'd have never left this thing sit up here in orbit under a skeleton crew without being studied at the same time."
"Just be happy you have Teal'c on board as well," Harry nodded. "Otherwise you people would never know how to operate half this junk." Jack gave him an odd look. "What? I'm an expert on my own ship. I'm no Goa'uld expert, not like Teal'c anyways."
Without warning, Sam came up from behind them. "Harry, I need your help for a second," she panted. Obviously, she'd run just to keep up with them.
"What is it?" Harry wondered.
"I've just finished the coding on a project and I'd like you to check it over for me," Sam replied. Jack's eyes widened and he stared at her as though she'd lost her mind… maybe she had, but that wasn't the point. "I'm not infallible, sir, and with all do respect, Harry's the expert."
Harry looked over at his friend and superior. "Did I not just say that I was not the expert here?" Nevertheless, he accompanied her to the… bridge; we're going to call it the bridge. Jack shook his head and continued on his way down the hall, leaving the techno geeks to their techno junk.
The bridge was a swarm of activity when Harry and Sam entered. Scientists were swarming over almost every single square inch of the place, linking up computers, typing on computers, thinking about smashing computers et cetera. Teal'c stood off to one side going through the data on the screen in front of the window. Sam led Harry over to a laptop set up on top of the main control console. Harry looked down at it. His eyes widened.
"Sam, this is machine code," Harry said slowly. "To be more precise, this is a code that looks like it's supposed to be mimicking the Hatak's sub light engines."
"That's exactly what it is," Sam nodded. "Can you look it over for me; see if there are any mistakes?"
"Fine," Harry shrugged and began scanning the data. "There're a lot of mistakes here, Sam, no offense intended. I'll need to look this over in more detail before I'll trust you to have it back, okay?" Sam nodded. "Alright, I'll head down to the observation deck and get started on this."
"Harry, the observation deck is on the other side of the ship," Sam argued. She watched him smile and vanish in a flash of light.
Harry collapsed lazily onto a couch in the observation deck. Actually, it was just a room with a window in it but it belonged to humans now and god damn it, if they want an observation deck they're going to get an observation deck!
Harry chuckled to himself as he looked around the room. The floor was carpeted; plants had been placed in the corners to provide at least some oxygen and a few couches had been placed around a TV. The last part of that had been Jack's insistence. Harry just filled in the gaps. He'd created a hacking program that got the ship's sensors to break into a TV satellite. The sensors then transmitted the feed back to the observation deck for the off duty guard's enjoyment. Although, a few game consoles had been hooked up from time to time but that was neither here nor there.
With the laptop running on internal power, Harry set to work scanning through the machine code. There were several errors; or rather most of the thing was wrong. However, Harry never judged anything by the way it looked at first and read through the entire thing without making any changes. The results were incredible.
This isn't a Goa'uld sub light engine at all, Harry thought to himself. This is something entirely different. I don't think Sam truly realizes exactly what she's created here…
Jack walked into the observation deck, he and Harry's original destination, and found the brown haired man (youth in mind, man in body; he looks five years older than he should,) deep in thought, a laptop in his lap. Jack shrugged to himself and walked over to the TV and tuned it to a sports channel. There was a hockey game between the Rangers and the Devils and it seemed better than disrupting Harry's thoughts.
Suddenly, Harry started typing furiously on the small computer. His hands seemed blurred as he typed nearing one hundred words a minute. By using this code as a base, I should be able to create an entirely new type of engine, Harry thought to himself as he typed away. By changing the polarity of the solid fuel transport system and adding thirteen grams of sodium phosphate to every gram of weapons-grade Naquadah, I can decrease the size of the engine by ninety percent while the power put is decreased by the proportionate amount. That would make it small enough to fit in as the main thrust system for a Mobile Suit. And that would make it sixty percent more efficient than that old Ester I used to fly back home.
Even a half an hour into the game, Harry still typed away on the small computer. What had began as a simple checking and revision session had turned into something far greater. Jack, for his part, completely ignored the younger man as he typed away at what Jack still considered techno junk. He wouldn't for much longer, though.
The laptop, Harry was grateful to say, was the most advanced piece of computerized hardware on the market, making it at least somewhat useful to him. He'd still need to transfer the data over to the Corona for the final draft of the machine code but he was comfortable. A siren shook Harry from his thoughts and his chair. The laptop landed safely on the couch while Harry landed somewhere on the opposite side of the room with his pistol drawn.
"What the hell was that?" Harry asked, noticing Jack for the first time.
"Oh, the Devils just scored the first point of the game," Jack explained, clearly amused by his friend's 'twitch'. "What ya working on?"
"Ah, just a project that I decided to pursue after seeing Sam's attempt at a Goa'uld Engine Reverse engineer," Harry said, somehow pulling it off in a single breath. "Since… that snapped me out of my trance, I might as well continue this elsewhere…" He walked over, returning his pistol to its holster en route, and grabbed the fallen laptop. Without another word, he beamed over to the Corona which was in Geosynchronous Orbit over Scotland.
Jack yawned as his teammate beamed away to do god-knows-what for god-knows-why again. Besides, the Rangers just tied the game.
May 8, 1998: Milky Way: Earth: Corona
Harry typed away furiously on the Corona's keyboards. The Ancient Design Ship had a much, much more powerful CPU than the puny laptop. With all of the information downloaded over four days ago, Harry had barely left the workstation, intent on getting this project finished. Unbeknownst to him, SG1 had been recalled to the SGC for another mission three days ago. The Corona, being cloaked as always, couldn't be hailed so the rest of his team had continued on their mission alone. Though, he still didn't know that.
By upgrading the ion pumps with zinc coating, the output is greatly increased. Now, the upper legs need to be able to withstand any kind of weaponry placed on the torso so the best type of metal would be… Neo-Titanium Alloy for the outer armor and Neo-Steel-Magnesium Alloy for the interior support. The torso presents another problem. It has to be light enough to be supported by the legs but also needs to have places for weaponry. If Neo-Titanium is used for the outer armor to reduce weight yet provide the cockpit with added protection… that won't provide much protection from energy-based attacks, though. That's it! By alloying tin and magnesium, I can create a new type of anti-energy coating that can be reapplied cheaply after being worn away! Now, for the supports…
Little did he know an unidentified object was hurtling through hyperspace in an attempt to reach him specifically?
Though his mind was still working over time, Harry knew that he needed more information before he could possibly proceed further. Making up his mind, Harry beamed down to the SGC to organize a little trade.
May 8, 1998: Milky Way: Earth: Stargate Command
Harry appeared in General Hammond's office mere moments after determining what he needed. The good General was currently doing some last minute paperwork before heading home for the night. Harry never even noticed it was, night though. Scotland was in a different Time Zone. Hammond jumped quite nicely as Harry appeared in his formerly private office.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" Hammond asked confused.
"Sorry to drop another thing on your shoulders, George, but I need your help organizing a trade with the military," Harry explained quickly.
"What did you have in mind?" George asked, giving his… subordinate the benefit of the doubt.
"I want all of the United States' research into ballistic, explosive weaponry," Harry continued. Hammond's eyes widened as if to say 'All of it?' "In exchange, I'm willing to create sub light and hyper drive engines based off of those used on the Corona for Earth's exclusive use."
"That's quite a bargain," Hammond remarked. "May I ask why you want that data?"
"You may," Harry nodded. He cut the older man some slack and took the initiative. "I'm creating a new type of weapon on the Corona as we speak. It is designed as an all around space superiority fighter, even though it's a long way from the completion stage. While I have the resources of an entire galaxy, I am not privy to the ballistics research of the humans." He gave the General a smile. "One thing about the humans of Earth is that they know how to fight wars and fight them well. Ballistic weaponry is very effective against almost all enemies. Sure, they don't do much good against hardened targets but that's where explosives come in. Though The Goa'uld outclasses you economically and numerically, they can never hope to defeat you on the ground."
"You do realize that it might take some doing to get that data for you, right?" Hammond attempted to confirm. "It isn't as though the government likes to give away its most vital military secrets to an ally, even an ally as powerful as you."
"Between you and me, George, I think the President would be willing to accept it," Harry nodded with a smirk. "You see, I've looked at Captain Carter's attempt at reverse engineering the Goa'uld sub light engines and it… wasn't promising. Without me, it'll be years before you get your first operational ship off the ground."
"Some would consider that a threat," Hammond said slowly.
"It isn't a threat, though in your case, it's a win-win situation," Harry explained. "You see, I could just hack your military satellites without you even knowing and just steal the technology, but I thought that this option would be quicker and simpler. Besides, I get to help out my allies on Earth as well so it's a win-win for me as well."
"I'll make the calls," George agreed with a smile.
"Thank you…"
"Unscheduled off-world activation," Walter's voice blared.
"Don't I ever get a break?" Hammond asked himself as he got up and made his way to the staircase. I should make it a point to see if I can't replicate the beaming technology, Harry made a mental note. For one thing it'll make it easier for them to get to and from the Prometheus… Harry followed his commander's lead into the control room.
"We're receiving SG1's IDC," Walter reported. "They're requesting a medical team meet them in the gate room."
"Do it," Hammond said nodding.
"You sent SG1 off without me?" Harry asked incredulously. He also looked slightly hurt, though that was a front.
"You were god-knows-where doing god-knows-what," Hammond explained moving for the gate room. "I had no choice but to let SG1 proceed with the mission."
"I guess I can live with that," Harry muttered, following the General into the gate room. They arrived just in time to see SG1 helping several severely wounded persons through the gate. "This'll be interesting…"
-Three Hours Later-
"They call themselves the Tollan," the CMO (Chief medical Officer), Janet Frasier explained in the briefing room. SG1, the Good General and the Doctor were trying to figure out what was going on. "Beyond that I don't know much about them. They refuse to tell us anything that could be of use to us."
"I talked to them too," Daniel reported. "They said that they were surprised that anyone so 'primitive' could figure out how to make the Stargate work." There was a slight hint of annoyance.
"I bet you a weeks pay that we're going to end up saving their asses," Jack said pointing at Harry who looked for his part confused.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Harry said waving his arms in the air. "We get paid?" Jack looked at him as though he were crazy.
"Harry, have you ever received a paycheck?" Jack asked slowly.
"No," Harry replied equally slow. "Would someone like to explain why Jack's been getting paid and I haven't?"
"Mr. Potter, you are an alien entity and we assumed that you would not request money," Hammond tried to explain clearly.
"You thought wrong," Harry said affronted. "You can throw away the hyper drive. The fact that I've been doing this job for the past few months easily makes up for the difference." The rest of the room's occupants were speechless, seeing as how they knew absolutely nothing about what was going on.
"I haven't even called the President yet," Hammond argued.
"This is too much," Harry said shaking his head. He held up his hand. "Oh no, don't say anything. I haven't slept in five days so please, just stop talking. I'll be back tomorrow." Without another word, he beamed back up to his own residence.
"What?" Jack asked.
May 9, 1998: Milky Way: Earth: Stargate Command
"So, have they said anything new?" Harry asked Doc Frasier just after beaming to the infirmary's corridor. The Doctor shook her head.
"They still keep saying that we're too primitive," she muttered.
"Give me a few minutes with them," Harry smiled. Now that he was rested, he was ready to face the day, so to speak. He entered the infirmary and made his way over to the bed that held the leader of the Tollan. "So, I hear that you refuse to say anything beyond your names," Harry said sitting in the chair next to the gray-haired man.
"You people are too primitive to understand anything of the sort," the man shook his head. Omac, Harry thought Doc said his name was.
"Well, that offends me," Harry spoke truthfully. "If you think that we're too primitive then you obviously can't look up."
"What do you mean?" Omac asked. Harry just smiled and grabbed the man's wrist. No one else was around (or conscious) to see their exit.
May 9, 1998: Milky Way: Earth: Corona
"What just happened?" Omac asked quickly as he was beamed to the Corona's bridge.
"You're now on the ACS Mobile Assault Ship Corona," Harry explained as he took a seat in the control chair. "To the best of my knowledge, it is the most powerful ship in this galaxy." Harry gave Omac an amused look as the elder looked around cautiously. "Don't worry; I only brought you here to show you that Earth has some pretty advanced allies. Now then, why won't you even listen to them?"
"They are extremely primitive as it is," Omac attempted to justify his actions.
"I don't see how that makes them any less worth listening to," Harry shook his head. "You see, the humans of this world gained my respect several months ago and our alliance has been fruitful to both sides of the equation. Wouldn't it be at least possible for the same to happen between your two peoples?"
"You are a very strange world," Omac muttered.
"Trust me, stranger things have happened," Harry assured. "A few weeks ago, there was some kind of energy shockwave that deleted twenty-four hours from the entire planet's memory. And I thought that was strange."
"At the moment, that is the least of my concerns," Omac said calming himself. "As it is, the humans prevented us from being picked up by our transport shuttle, negating the possibility of us returning home."
"However, most of your people were near death as it was," Harry argued. "I believe that, in the situation, they did what was best for you in the long run. After all, even I could get you to your home world." Omac gave him a suspicious look.
"And what would you like in exchange?" he asked.
"Well, to be honest, I don't know," Harry explained. "However, if you'll accept my passage to your own planet, and if I discover that you have something that I find intriguing, I would like the designs to such a thing or at least twenty minutes to study it." Harry smiled to signify his… intentions were honorable.
"I take it that it that includes weapons technology," Omac muttered.
"As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I had in mind," Harry nodded. He noticed that Omac had a nervous look on his face. "Omac, this ship is one of the most powerful in the galaxy and I haven't given any technology to the humans. The weapons technology of your planet could be extremely useful in the long run."
"What do you intend to use it for?" Omac wondered cautious as ever. Harry smiled and brought up a schematic.
"This is a weapon that I've been designing for a while now," Harry explained. "It's designed as a Space Superiority Fighter. It has no real weapons of its own yet, however, as you can see, it is capable of carrying different types of weapons. Recently, I began procuring weapons technology to adapt to the use of the Fighter. If your people have, say, concentrated energy weapons, I could quite easily adapt them to use in this project, making the power mobile, or more mobile, depending on the scenario."
"I had no idea that such things were possible," Omac said in something akin to awe, thought eh Ancient was starting to wonder if emotion was possible for the man. "I, personally, accept your offer. If you could get us to our home world we would be extremely grateful." Harry smiled.
"Now we're getting somewhere."
May 10, 1998: Milky Way: Earth: Corona
Harry yawned as he typed away on a computer terminal of the Corona. After explaining the situation to General Hammond, taking the Tollan back to their home world and negotiating for the designs of the highly powerful Ion Cannon, he had gotten back to work on the secret project which he still didn't have a name for.
In truth, he was making remarkable progress. The machine had a basic outline and shape now. At first glance, the weapon looked like a Mobile Suit, albeit a custom made one. Since he'd created it from scratch, there was no basis from which the frame came (I rhymed, albeit badly). When the data on the Goa'uld weaponry finished converting to Ancient and he got the ballistics and explosives data from the humans, he'd be able to enter the next stage of engineering.
The cortex parameters on the engines seem to be off, Harry thought to himself. That just doesn't seem right… The Control Crystals should be able to account for any change in the weapon's function. Then again, they are Goa'uld so the effectiveness must be off. If I change it to Ancient Crystals, maybe… yep, there it is, the parameters are back to what they should be. Now then, all I have to do is finish the next set of a dozen problems…
A small light flashed at the corner of the screen. Harry selected it and brought it up to full screen. It was a picture displaying General Hammond's face. "General, what can I do for you?" Harry wondered cheerfully.
"The President approved your request for the weapons data," Hammond reported with a slight smile. "However, he says to relay to you that he wants those engines as soon as you have to spare. Oh, and about your pay…"
"That was all just a joke," Harry insisted with a laugh. "I was pretty tired and it seemed like the best way of making my exit. However, some money wouldn't be too bad, either." He typed a few things on the keyboard. "I can only imagine how much data there is for me to pick up…"
"Well, when you said you wanted everything on ballistics and explosives, we had to procure almost all of the data in the United State's Military," Hammond chuckled. "That includes tanks and helicopters and just about anything else you can think of."
"I'll put it to good use, believe me General," Harry nodded.
"We'll begin the uplink now, if that's alright."
"That's perfectly alright," Harry nodded. The screen went blank. "And now it's time for phase three…"
(End Chapter)
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